Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 109783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 549(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 549(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Once inside, she eyed the bed longingly.
I almost burst out laughing at how adorable she was. “It’s okay? Mum will be okay?”
“She’s more than okay. She’s ecstatic to spend the day with her grandbabies. And we … we can sleep. Really sleep, Callie.” I gestured to the bed. “Do you remember what it was like to sleep for more than one hour? We could have that today.”
Her lips trembled at my melodrama. “We could, couldn’t we …”
“All you have to do is give in.”
“Sleep.”
“Sleep.” I nodded.
Then just like that, we were both stripping off our clothes in a frantic desire for one thing. We whipped back the duvet and dove in. Giggling like excited children, snuggled under the covers, me as the big spoon, Callie as the little spoon.
Despite my exhaustion, my dick reacted to being nestled against my wife’s naked ass cheeks.
She felt it. “I love you so much, but I’m soooo tired,” she whined.
Chuckling, I buried my face in her neck and then lifted it to reassure her. “Mo chridhe, trust me, my cock and I are on completely different wavelengths right now. Just ignore him. Sleep.”
I waited for her response.
A soft snore was it.
Grinning, I hugged her closer and within seconds, I joined her in dreamland.
EILIDH
“Mumma!” Millie called from the living room. “Mumma!”
I glanced up from my laptop to find Millie pointing at the TV. I’d had it on low on one of her cartoon shows while I worked on some rewrites Theo had sent over for our show. Millie, however, must have switched a channel or something because a trailer for Young Adult was playing.
Muttering expletives under my breath, I lunged for the remote and changed it back to her cartoon.
“Mumma!” Millie toddled over to me indignantly, reaching for the remote. “No!”
“Mumma’s right here.” I dropped the remote and lifted Millie into my arms. “You don’t need to see Mumma on TV because I’m right here.”
“No, no.” She stretched toward the remote control, her face crumpling.
The sound of our security system binging had relief flooding through me. “Is that Nana Regan?”
Millie let out a giggle of excitement. “Nana!” I took her hand and we slowly made our way over to the panel on the wall. Sure enough, it was Mum getting out of her car.
She was here to collect Millie because Fyfe and I were celebrating a very belated one-year anniversary this evening.
A lot had happened in the past year.
So much.
Not all of it pleasant.
Of course, I’d had to endure facing Peter Pryor at trial. Had to endure knowing the jury had seen enough of the footage he’d kept of me to know that he’d violated my privacy for years from the age of nineteen. The media were like buzzards all over the trial, trying to pick at my innards. Fyfe and Millie kept me strong. The work Theo and I were doing on the show kept me strong. Knowing I had a beautiful future ahead of me if only I could get through my ugly present kept me going.
Peter Pryor was sentenced to ten years in prison for stalking, assault, and violation of privacy. To me, it wasn’t enough.
But it didn’t matter.
Pryor died of a stroke three weeks into his sentence.
It was a sad legacy for a man that his death provided nothing but relief for me.
After the trial, I faced another round of scrutiny when I testified against Dr. Cameron Phillips. He wasn’t charged, but it was still worth it to go through that because he lost his medical license. Uncle Lachlan told me just yesterday that Dr. Dick, as we called him, had relocated to Australia.
Good fucking riddance.
Though I felt bad for Australia.
They deserved better than Dr. Dick.
There were some lovely moments in the year. Like Millie calling me Mumma for the first time instead of Ae. And the first time she walked by herself. Now she was toddling around the room, picking up things and usually throwing them. We had to have eyes on the back of our heads.
“Shall we open the door for Nana?” I asked.
Millie clapped her hands and almost stumbled with her exuberance. “Yesh!”
I took her hand again and opened the front door.
Mum’s eyes lit up when she saw Millie. “Millie Billie!”
“Nana!” Millie reached out for her with her free hand, all the while straining at my grasp.
My entire family had fallen deeply in love with Millie. To them, she was as good as my biological daughter. Loving Millie made me understand my mum better. There was a small part of me that had always worried since Morwenna came along that Mum might never love me like she loved Mor. But I knew now, loving Millie, that I had nothing to worry about. My heart belonged to Millie just as it would belong to any biological children Fyfe and I might have together.